Weekend Fun

Friday was the last day of school for students, which meant that I basically spent the whole weekend in a state of bliss--exhausted, but happy.  So there was some celebrating, and there was a lot of gluttony, and there were early nights when it would've been okay to stay up late, and late nights when I should've been to bed early (like right now).  When I remember that school's out, and then couple that with the fact that I quit my second job a couple of months ago, I can hardly contain my excitement.  For serious.

This weekend there was gin drinkin' and baby holdin' and pool swimmin' and sun bathin'.  There was ice creamin' (WTF, David Lebovitz's Peanut Butter Ice Cream!?), and cookie bakin' and phone talkin' and movie watchin', shoppin' and margaritin'*.  

I've got a few more days of work before summer officially begins, but it's so close I can taste it.  And it tastes like ice cream.  Shoot yeah for summer!

And here's what all that fun looked like.

*That's totally a thing.

June is basically a giant beast of a baby.

 Team Opal!

Mmmmmm. . .Basil's cheesy bread!

Good way to use up extra chocolate. 

 Oh, not again!

Summer reading list comparisons.

Matt twisted his ankle, so I tied an ice pack to him, making him look like one of the ballerinas on Center Stage. 

Mitch, protector snuggler extraordinaire.  A few of those healing dog kisses 

on Matt's ankle, and Matty will be better in no time!

Well, I should probably go put out some jeans and flips flops to wear to work tomorrow.  Oh yeah, because that'll be my uniform for the next two months.  Shoot yeah!

Very Advanced.

The other day I was talking to Matt's dad, Spence, about possibly taking care of someone else's dog.  He joked about the problems could arise, you know, like the dog returning to its owners expecting to have freshly-shredded parmesan cheese sprinkled over its food and to sleep in a king-sized bed. (What?  You don't sprinkle fresh parm over your pup's food?)

And I acknowledged that, indeed, Mitch is pretty spoiled.

And Spence said, "How could you not spoil him?  He's a person!  Those facial expressions!"

And then I agreed and felt like a little less of a failure as a dog mom.

Spence isn't the first to make this observation, either.  Opal, back when she was barely two, told us, "Mitch sits on the couch like he's a person."  (Also, you should know that Opal's voice is almost exactly like that of Luke from Modern Family, which makes everything she says fifteen times funnier.)

What keen observations!

"Oh, hey, Aunt Cassie.  How's Fletcher been doing?  He's just a riot."

And that's not all.  See, when we discuss taking Mitch for a walk, we have to spell it out so that he doesn't get prematurely excited or possibly disappointed.  Today, I told Matt I thought I would take Mitch for a W-A-L-K, and Mitch looked up, got excited, and ran to his leash.

My dog child can spell.  And for that, he completely deserves to have parmesan cheese sprinkled over his food.

Oh, What a Wonderful Weekend.

Um, are you ready to see way too many pictures?  I AM!

Man oh man it's been a wonderful couple of days!

Really, it's been pretty great since we came back from our vacation.  Busy busy, but fantastic.

The only hiccup was that on Thursday night our heater tried to kill us when it switched from air conditioning to as-hot-as-it-could-possibly-go heat.  Seriously.  Hot.  Heat.  Pumping into our house for hours and hours before we figured out we'd have to cut it off at the power source if we didn't want to bake in our own home. (I might have screamed and cried.)  But it's fixed now and we're not dead and nothing in the house was scorched or otherwise ruined, so we're gee-tee-gee.

In other awesomepants awesome news.

My hydrangeas are blooming!  I didn't kill them after all.

Mitch went on a Mitch-venture.  (a.k.a., "His irresponsible parents forgot that they let him outside to roam the neighborhood.")

We went to see Toy Story 3 in Forsyth Park with our buds.  There were kids and babies and glo-bracelets.  And there was wine.  (Because we live in an awesome place that has no open container law.  And, yes, that is part of the reason we moved here.)

I made a delicious cake.  Make this cake.  Make it right now.

And I made another cake that seemed like it was going to be great at first, but ended up being, for a host of reasons, a little bit less successful.

 Mother F.

And we attended Opal's blue-themed birthday party.  And it was fun and delicious.  Like, really fun, and really delicious.

You still haven't made it?  What's wrong with you already?!

And there was Kan Jam, which is insanely fun.

And there were rasterbated pictures.  Sounds dirty.  It's not dirty.

And then there was a little more cake eating.

And there was beer drinking atop a Volvo.

And fancy flower arranging.

And scooting.

 And general adventuring.

And sister eating.

And mind-over-mattering. (Egg allergy be damned!)

I hope that you had as lovely couple of days.  What'd you do?  What'd you eat?



UPDATE:  Also, apparently Bin Laden is dead.  Shoot yeah!  I hated that guy.  Glad to be talking about him in the past tense.

Weekend Fun

What a glorious couple of days it's been!

On Friday afternoon, M3 set off for Augusta to enjoy a weekend with the Savannah Family.  We ended up staying a day longer than planned, and I'm so happy we did.  Even though I ate way more than I was supposed to (Operation: Skinny Unicorn is not going as planned right now) and drank way more than I was supposed to (oh well), it was rejuvenating to have a weekend with friends, talking and laughing and enjoying one another.  Cassie even taught me how to use dry shampoo!  (read: I may never shower again).  When we came home this afternoon, I found myself super motivated to clean the house and tackle tasks on my long-term to-do list that I have written in Sharpie on a cardboard tablet (it's very Old Testament).  I've been cleaning and scrubbing and doing laundry and planting plants and reorganizing.*

And I've got to get back to the scrubbing, but here are way more pictures than you probably want to see from the weekend.

*Also, I believe that I was motivated to be clean because I'd spent the weekend in Cassie and Hugh's sparkling clean house and remembered how nice that can be.  Shoot.  I was so motivated that I even took a shower and shaved my legs.  Apparently it's not sexy or cute to have hair on your legs so long that you can braid it.